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The sky moves—From tranquil blue to thunder’s roar, Not by my will, But as nature’s law unfolds. So must I yield, And in the storm’s embrace find calm unshaken, strength unbroken, A peace so profound, within the storm is taken.
The sky moves—From tranquil blue to thunder’s roar, Not by my will, But as nature’s law unfolds. So must I yield, And in the storm’s embrace find calm unshaken, strength unbroken, A peace so profound, within the storm is taken.